Chatsworth High School - Tale Feathers Yearbook (Chatsworth, IL)

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 SENIOR WILL I, Lucille Kueffner, my sun-lamp to Janice Daniels 4 I, Geraldine Homickel, my clear voice, to Paul Sterrenberg I, Danny Kyburz, my manners, to Joe McGuire I, Kenneth Hummel, my careful driving, to Jack Lawless I, Wendell Gard, my foot-work In basketball, to Bob Milstead I, Alberta Schlatter, ray glib tongue, to Dorothy Mae Grieder I, Paul Trunk, my teasing to Louise Gutzwller I, Mary Prances Trunk, my Danny to Ada Rosendahl In Witness 'Whereof, we have hereto subscribed our names and affixed our seal, the thirtieth day of March in the year of our Lord, One Thousand Nine Hundred Thirty Eight. Senior Class of 1938 WITNESSES CHATSWORTH LOYALTY SONG Chatsworth, thy walls so fair Mean more than brick or stone— And in our hearts they 11 always wear A luster all their own--To us they stand for right and truth For conduct that s above reproof And all the be3t ideals of youth Which to our lives you ve shown. So hail then to Chatsworth High The school we love most dear To honor her we lift our cry And give our hearty cheer—Rah! Rah! So Chatsworth the teams that fight On floor and field for you— Are worthy of thy colors bright The Orange and the Blue. Until 1929 Chatsworth had no school song. A contest was held and the above words were submitted by Willis Pearson, then an alumnus. These words were set to music by Rolland Truitt, music director at that time. Since that time it has served as the battle hymn for Chatsworth athletes.

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 SENIOR WILL We, the Senior class of 1933, Chatsworth Township High School, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, of more or less full legal age, and not acting under duress, menace, fraud, or undue influence by any person whomsoever, do hereby, as a class, direct; FIRST, That all our Just debts be paid, SECOND, We give and bequeath our senior memorial as our monument for posterity to gaze at In awe; THIRD, We individually and severally declare this our last will and testament, and in manner and form leave the following: I, Bernadine Ehman, my ability of reading books, to Raymond McEvoy I, Danny Kyburz, my million dollar smile, to Janette Beck I, Annie Lee Barnes, my romantic aspects, to Vernon Ward I, Mary Rita Kane, my flirtatious strut, to Rose Johnson I, Marilyn Brown, my angelic features, to Bob Milstead I, Elmer Dassow, my shyness, to Frank Kaiser I, Boyd Crews, my gum chewing, to Edward Dierking I, Harold Dassow, ray athletic physique, to Jerome Bouhl I, Wilmer Dassow, my knowledge of Physics, to Essie Janet V oodruff I, John Feely, leave my dancing ability, to Marguerite Derr I, Ruth Ford, The fire in my eyes , to Dorothy Jean Herr I, Eldon Frobish, my sleeping sickness, to Glenn Rosenboom I, Maynard Game, my giggles to Charles Dehm I, Wendell Gard, my love for the fair sex, to Art Sterrenberg I, Frank Garrity, my politeness, to Frank Kaiser I, Joann Grosenbach, my musical snow shoes, to Beulah Wilson I, Kenneth Hummel, my conceit, to Helen Fraher I, Dorothy Monahan, my quietness, to James Meister I, Elaine Schade, my curly hair, to Marge Ribordy I, Alberta Schlatter, my solemn face, to Jerome Rebholz I, Charlotte Trinkle, ray ability to be at school on time, to Charles Cole I, William Turner, my cutting-up in English class, to Harold Finefield I, Helen Wooten, my class orations, to Marge Ribordy I, Mary Frieda Eorn, my complexion and hair to Dorothy Jean Herr

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 SENIOR CLASS PROPHECY OF 1938' It was the year 2033. Two boys from the thriving metropolis of Charlotte were poking about in the ruins of the once beautiful city of Chatsworth. One boy named Karloff had the misfortune, or perhaps good fortune, to fall through the ruins to an underground passageway where the spirits of the departed citizens congregated. The ghosts of the members of the class of 1938 were having a reunion and the uninvited guest was welcomed to the meeting. Miss Mackey, the class advisor told how Elmer and Harold Dassow after graduation had formed a partnership and had gone into the cattle business and specialized in the breeding of anemic cows for bloodless hamburgers. The other ghosts upon hearing their friends conferring with a mortal, floated over to Miss Mackey who introduced each one. The first of these to appear was Paul Trunk who is remembered as an oil executive, specializing in banana oil and elbow grease. He was closely followed by Alberta Schlatter who had been a physical education teacher at Annapolis, where she taught midshipmen how to row. Then appeared a sad, dejected looking ghost carrying a broken violin in one hand and his head in the other. He was introduced as Vfilmer Dassow, who had been a second Rubinoff and while broadcasting violin solos from Ills airplane met disaster when he hit a sour note and his plane dived earthward. A jovial spirit named Mary Frances Trunk was next introduced by the advisor. She had met her doom through sleepless nights caused by a handsome patient in Room 13 and near exhaustion she had taken twelve pills at two o'clock instead of two pills at 12 o'clock. A beau-brummel-llke ghost floated up. This young man was John B. Feely, explained Miss Mackey, and he became wealthy through the insurance business selling drouth insurance to cactu3 farmers in the everglade swamps in Florida Wendell Gard was the next phantom. Karloff's hostesses explained briefly that he had been a ballet instructor at Vassar. Then came Joann Grosenbach, the well remembered founder of the National Society for the Preservation of Pickle Smoke which still has its headquarters at Charlotte. A domestic looking spirit bustled forward and briskly announced that she had been the former Annie Lee Barnes who had married and lived a quiet happy home life with twelve children. Squirming her way to the front of the group, the next ghost was presented as Mary Frieda Zorn who had been a world famous dancer whose specialty had been worming her way through the Big Apple. There was a pause in the introductions of a few moments as Miss Mackey popped a fresh package of gum into her mouth. The opera queen of Charlotte Grand Opera House was next introduced in the ghostly form of Mary Rita Kane, who had drawn immense crowds with her performance of The Dipsy Doodle . Next came a ghost who had been Itching to get to the front for a long time. This was Boyd Crews, a well-known rancher of by-gone days, who had owned a 10,000 acre ranch on which he grew fleas for flea circuses.